catch of the day

Every dawn, he rows his boat into the mist,
the horizon a thin line _____, barely visible.
He casts his net , an extension of his will
into depths that whisper of hidden treasures.

Today, the net pulls heavy,
a catch that promises sustenance.
He feels the strain in his muscles,
the reward of effort in his hands.
Fish gleam in the morning light,
each one a small victory.

Returning to shore,
he lays the catch on the dock;
a testament to a night's work 
                     …a day's promise.
Each fish tells a story
of survival and skill,

                               …a dialogue
between man and ocean.